Sam hums softly, dropping his head a bit so that he can kiss Castiel's hair. Because it's there. "I need you, too," he murmurs, nuzzling the top of the other man's head. "Come on," he finally says. "Get undressed and I'll get some cream onto the bruises."

And he wants to see what damage was done. Because that will tell him how long they're going to be without sex. Not that Sam minds, much, but there's something at the back of his mind about how to set things to rights.